Are we at last, at least allowed?

home?

what “home” can I be permitted

to boldly and boisterously build

when my whole clutch of lovers

happens to form one happy guild?

our home?

oh, home ‘twas in our devil dreams

of loving freely and redeemed...

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How do I encapsulate the

Overabundant open gates of several we’s become one

My chest is wisely wide agape

Echoing for soft whispers of six smiles to come and enter it

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To fill this vast breath cavity

With our elevated depravity

Alas my loves, they will anoint us

Savages and surly whores

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In vain we ought declare out loud our odd innovated purity

Now we open up about our own new innocent expansions of honest old obscurity

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Oh, how I wish I feared no judgement

Uselessly wilting away in cowardice

Rather than standing in some small sense of righteousness

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Dancing sacredly but in secret shadows

Evolution of my own demise

Vilification of internal demons

Implanted in me by so many saints

Lusting to reprimand or take away our love

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Dusting off my childhood Bible’s broken, backwards, half-bent cover

Remembering how I should have saved myself for one, only one, true lover

Everything collapsing in

Apocalyptic weight of sin

Mass amounts of cold self-hatred

Soon my soul is sold in bright red

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Oh, so now please do save me from my humble happiness

From my own modern sense of family

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Learn nothing of true transparent polyamory

Of my muses and what they mean to me

Vindictive verbiage violently transcends

Indications that I have many soulmates

Not unlike you have many friends

Grandparents, in-laws, odds and ends

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Fear which fails to comprehend

Reality won’t suddenly descend into disaster

Even if some of us make different choices

Even if some of us unite divergent voices

Let me be in harmony or

Yell until our ears do bleed

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And what if I could cut them out?

Neglect these nations of disgust and doubt

Dissect away what thoughts invade

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Refocus on what really counts

Endeavoring to lift up, not dismissively denounce

Do I decriminalize my multiplicity of devotions?

Elect to keep committing my consensual time and

Ever-overflowing, outgoing, gigantic, romantic emotions

Melt into my decision to share in a small but diverse ocean of

Enlisted paramours who also choose multiple love potions

Dedicated eternally to our dreams and to each other

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you ask of home?

home ‘tis in our blushing skin

our beating hearts that bond within...

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Holding hands until the peaceful end of life’s long locomotion

Older we get, the gayer we’ll be

Memories building as we plant joyful seeds of self-surrender

Ecstatically expressing our affections

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Tithing each day with cute kisses and communal cuddle puddles

Insurrecting coveted canisters of conventional customs

Simply by harboring our souls, minds and bodies

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In an abundant heartfelt haven of half a dozen shoulders to cry on?

Night after night, the same "sacrilegious" soulmates to rely on

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Our commitment ceremonies and celebrations will be flamboyantly free

Usurping the command to always choose monogamy

Reflecting resurgent radiant rambunctious redefined romanticism

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Burn brightly my brave comrades, colorful companions and elected collective

Lusciously rush out of these cloistered cages to radiate primal frenzy and thoughtful prowess into fearlessly flowering fields

Up and down all casually collapsing kaleidoscopes of happy horizons and dreadful coasts

Shower shimmering hope, glowing adoration and endless respect

Humbly await to see what yields

If you are bitter, lost or feeling lonely

Never, oh please never, please never forget we are your shield

Go forth into the great unknown, outside of abstract foretold poems

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Still knowing that we do in concrete fact (not just in feeble fantasy) have a solid foundation and sacred home

Knights of our own kinetic, compassionate network of soul silk that spreads where'er we roam

Internal bond that binds us, supernatural strength that guides us

Near or far, close together or spread some ways apart

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Overcoming distance, be it short or be it long

Undermining all resistance to let us sing our song

Returning with consistency to this precious place where we do daringly belong

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Barriers of time and space

Embarking out to different places

Advancing towards the pursuit of separate goals

That may take us assortedly to north or southern poles

Investing in each other still

Never losing hope or will

Going for all we aim to fulfil

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Harrowing through storms in streets

Eating at our own grand feasts

Actually admitting that we like it

Rendering jealousy useless

Though it’s not that envy can’t exist

Simply that we are committed to resisting it’s tempting turns and painful twists

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That we believe it is merely an emotion

However seemingly intense in moments

An intoxication that can be battled through with authentic acceptance

That we triumph over through open processing and solemn self-resistance

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Beneath the burnt, yet relentlessly rebirthing, rebudding, softly sheltering savoirs of birch bows

Of the supportive, transcendent, transportive, transparent structure to which we subscribe

Narrowly escaping outright persecution

Down to the location where our manifestations happened to be born in

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Woe, oh woe, as we all weep in wanting freedom for the other ones

In other places who would more assuredly be shunned

Through subtle snide remarks or

Heavy hammers swinging hidden in the dark

Insistent whispers that may embark

Now or later from hateful parts

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for home...

home... ‘twas in our devil dreams

of loving freely and redeemed

home... ‘tis in our blushing skin

our beating hearts that bond within

and home?

home... ‘twill be a house and kids

if perhaps, we are at last, at least allowed to then exist